"This really is a good place," Xu Zimei said with a light smile.
"Not many people come here usually, and this is the territory of our Third-Eye Demon Clan.
Other races don't care to come here either," Yue Qingli said with a bitter smile.
"I believe in you. You will one day lead your race to rise," Xu Zimei patted Yue Qingli's shoulder and said with a smile.
Yue Qingli nodded heavily.
A transparent barrier surrounded Three-Eyed Mountain.
Yue Qingli brought his hands together, his left and right hands forming seals with each other.
A snowflake-shaped seal condensed from his hands.
As the seal floated gently above Three-Eyed Mountain, the transparent barriers around seemed to corrode.
Melting away to reveal a doorway.
Xu Zimei and Yue Qingli walked into the barrier laughing.
The gentle breeze on the mountain was blowing softly, yet as soon as they entered, they sensed something was amiss.
"Blood, a very strong scent of blood."
